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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.