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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.