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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.