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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.