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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.