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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.