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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.