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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.