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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.