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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.