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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.