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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.