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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.