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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.