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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.