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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.