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 Oman and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.