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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.