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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.