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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Symarip,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.