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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.