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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Leonard Cohen 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
DNA,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.