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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.