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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.