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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.