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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
DNA,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.