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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Adolescents to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.