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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
AZ,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.