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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.