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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.