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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.