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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.