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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.