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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.