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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.