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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.