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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.