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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.