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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.