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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the rock 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.