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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.