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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.