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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.