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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Franke,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.