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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.