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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.