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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.