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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy 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 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.