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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.