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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.