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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.