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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.