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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
CMW,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.