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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.