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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Inner City,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.