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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.