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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.