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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.