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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.