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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.