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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.