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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.