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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.