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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.