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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Excepter to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.