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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.