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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.