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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.