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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Names,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Franke,
Quantec,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.