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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.