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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Doobie Brothers 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.