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 Serbia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.