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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Audionom,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.