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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.