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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Infiniti 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
PIL,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.