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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the techno 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
cv313,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.