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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.