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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.