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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.