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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 CMW to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.