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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.