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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s 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 Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.