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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.