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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.