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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.