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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.