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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Slave,
PIL,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.