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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.