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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.