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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
ABC,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.