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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.