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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.