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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Motions to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.