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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.