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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 mellotron 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.