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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Brick,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.