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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.