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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
AZ,
Index,
Television,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.