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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.