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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.