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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.