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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.