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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.