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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.