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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Technova,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.