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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.