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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.