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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Scion,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.