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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.