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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.