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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.