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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.