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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.