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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.