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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.