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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.