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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.