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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.