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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.