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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.