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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.