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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.