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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.