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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Can,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
UT,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.