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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.