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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Index,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.