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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.