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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.