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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.