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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.