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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Index,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
X-101,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.