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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.