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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
June Days,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.