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 Congo and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.