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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
The Evens,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.