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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Brick,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.