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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Nas,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.