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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.