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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Faust,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.