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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.