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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
MDC,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.