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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Television,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.