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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.