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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Smog,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.