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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.