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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.