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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Symarip,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.