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 Oman 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Faust,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.