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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.