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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.