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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
UT,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.