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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.