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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 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 Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.