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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.