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 United States and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.