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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.