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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.