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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Josef K,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.