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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
CMW,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.