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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
DNA,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.