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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Television,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.