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 China and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.