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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
AZ,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.