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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Magma,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.