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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.