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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.