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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.