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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
DNA,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.