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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.