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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
The Wake,
CMW,
UT,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.