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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.