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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.