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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.