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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
the Association,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.