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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Television,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.