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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.