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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Erasure,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.