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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.