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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.