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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.