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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
The Index,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.