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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.