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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.