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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
The Motions,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.