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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.