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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
The Cure,
X-101,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.