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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.