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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Pantytec to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Index,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.