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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Index,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.