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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Move to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.