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 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres 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?
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.