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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Can,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Gong,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.