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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.