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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.