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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Japan to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.