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 Israel and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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?
Zapp,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.