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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.