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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.