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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.