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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
CMW,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Roxette,
AZ,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.