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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.