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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.