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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.