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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.