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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.