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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
cv313,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.