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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sparks 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 punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.