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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.