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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.