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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.