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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.