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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.