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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.