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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Index,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.