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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.