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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.