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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.