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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Ossler,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.