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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
John Holt,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.