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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.