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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.