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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.