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 New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.