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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.