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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Nas,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.