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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.