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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.