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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.