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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.