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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.