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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 ABC to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.