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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.