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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.