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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.