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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection 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 rap 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Nas,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.