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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.