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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.