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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.