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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.