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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.