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 Korea North 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.