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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.