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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.