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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.