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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Index,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.