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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.