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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.