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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Mars,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.