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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.