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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.