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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.