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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.