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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.