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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Wings,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.