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 Israel 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.