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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.