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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.