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 Togo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.