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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.