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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.