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 Haiti and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.