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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.