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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.