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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.