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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.