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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.