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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.