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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Arcadia,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.