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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Can,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.