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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.