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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.