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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.