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 Croatia and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.