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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Names,
MDC,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.