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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.