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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.