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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.