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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.