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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.