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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.