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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.