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 Malawi and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.