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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.