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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.