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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.