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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.