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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.