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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.