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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.