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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Sparks,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.