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 Grenada 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.