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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
ABC,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.