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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.