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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.