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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.