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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Television,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.