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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.