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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.