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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.