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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.