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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.