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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.