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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.