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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.