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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.