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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.