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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.