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 Egypt and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.