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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.