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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Television,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.