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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.