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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.