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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.