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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.