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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.