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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.