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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.