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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.