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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.