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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.