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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.