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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.