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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Television,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.