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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.