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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.