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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.