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 Niger 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket 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 grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.