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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.