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 France and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Cameo,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.