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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.