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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.