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 Panama 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.