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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.