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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.