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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.