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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.