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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Crime to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.