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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.