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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Nas,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.