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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.