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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.