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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.