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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.