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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.