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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
cv313,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.