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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.