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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.