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 Sweden and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.