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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.