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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.