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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Tres Demented 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.