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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.