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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.