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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.