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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Maurizio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
The Move,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Chrome,
DNA,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.