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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.