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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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 Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.