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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.