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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.