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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
PIL,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.