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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.