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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.