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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
The Victims,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.