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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.