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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Index to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.