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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.