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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.