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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.