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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Funky Four + One 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.