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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.