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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.