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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
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.