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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.