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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.