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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.