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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.