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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.