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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Fear,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.