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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the funk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.