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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.