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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.