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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.