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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.