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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.