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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.