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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.