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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft 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.