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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Japan,
Crime,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.