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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.