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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.