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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.