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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.