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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.