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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.