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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.