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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.