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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.