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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.