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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.