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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.