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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.