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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Franke,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.