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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.