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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.