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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.