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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Hashim,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.