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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.