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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band 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 jazz 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.