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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Index,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Television,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.