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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.