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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Mark Hollis 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.