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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.