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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.