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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.