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 Spain 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
The Move,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.