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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Magazine,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.