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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.