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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.