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 Tonga and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Organ,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.