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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.