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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.