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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
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Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.