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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.