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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
MC5,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Technova,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.