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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.