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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.