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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Busters,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.