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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.