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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Deakin 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.