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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.