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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Television,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.