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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.