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 India 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.