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 Tanzania 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.