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 North and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.