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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Chrome,
Crime,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.