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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Aswad,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.