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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Visage,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.