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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.