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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.