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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.