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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.