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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Visage,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.