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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.