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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Gories,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.