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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 Busters 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.