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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.