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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.