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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.