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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Nico,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.