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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.