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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.