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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.