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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Urselle,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.