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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.