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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.