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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Searchers 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.