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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.