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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.