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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.