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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Johannesburg and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.