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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.