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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.