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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 EPMD to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.