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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
The Cure,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.