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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.