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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Model 500,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.