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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 10cc to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.