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 South Sudan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
The Martian,
MDC,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.