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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.