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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Index,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Monks,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.