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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.