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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.