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 Ecuador and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.