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 France 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Simply Red 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.