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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.