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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.