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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.