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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.