Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Can,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.