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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.