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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.