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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.