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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.