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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Wire,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.