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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.