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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.