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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.