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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.