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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.