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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.