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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.