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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.