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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Section 25,
Television,
Nas,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
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.