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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.