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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
June Days,
a-ha,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.