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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.