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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
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.