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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.