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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.