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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.