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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.