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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.