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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.