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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.