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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.