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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Franke,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.