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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.