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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.