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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.