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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.