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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.